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Something very different this time, but don't let that stop you from reading, and enjoying! There's a brief extra author's word in the end after the story.

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It was Friday afternoon and I was so fucking excited! My hot handsome boyfriend Mike was coming over and that meant that things were going to get hot and exciting pretty quickly once he'd be through that front door. And I hadn't gotten off properly in a week now, not besides my own paw. My paw's great, but my boyfriend's greater. Obviously. Some hot boyfriend action always beats the old wolfy paw.

Well, I was boning up pretty seriously even before six o'clock, the promised hour when Mike would come. Even checked my calendar on my computer to make sure that he really would come at six. My pants were already tented big time. I knew that it was not going to be going down much before we'd done the deed, but I didn't mind. At least it'd be a great welcome for my great boyfriend.

Wanna hear a secret about Mike?

I love him for many reasons but the biggest one is his voice. He's got the cutest, most beautiful, hottest, warmest, friendliest voice you can imagine. When we talk to each other over the Internet every night, I usually type to him and he speaks back to me, and sometimes I even ask him to read aloud what I wrote, too, as if he would give me the voice that I am envious of. Well, maybe not too envious, but I'd really love having a voice like that. I could just pick the phone and call the office and say all sorts of important and intelligent things and it'd sound great. They'd be in awe. But at least there's email, though I take a horribly long time to answer because I'm pretty slow. You can imagine how long it took me to type this story, too, but I think it's worth it. Mike sure told me that reading it made him all ready for the next Friday we have. Though we are usually pretty damn ready for Friday anyway, heheh. No point denying that.

Two minutes before six, I heard a car drive on the front and I knew that was Mike. My ears did the lazy jumps they always did and my smile got instantly much bigger.

I've got a huge smile. You can see my tonsils when I'm happy, rather than see me wagging my tail. It usually wags itself, anyway, but when you see me happy, you'll be seeing me smiling a lot. It's easiest that way. Gotta remember to smile as much as I can, to let Mike really extra special and welcome.

I'm not much on rushing, so it took me almost a minute to get to the window, but when I did, I could see that Travis was already unloading Mike from the special station wagon. If we had a car, I'd really like it to be one like that, so that Mike would never have trouble getting into places. I can't drive, though, and probably never will, but I can still dream about what it'd be like to have a car. I'd probably want to paint it red like a Ferrari, to make everyone see it, too. Big, hot car on the move with two hot studs onboard.

I saw it on Mike's eyes when he saw me seeing him through the window. My smile widened and I waved, and then Travis waved too, quickly, because he was busy with Mike's chair. I didn't want to bother him when he's doing that. Maybe a bit later.

Travis is a hunk. He's a Doberman doggie and he's huge, too. He's a nurse and he knows everything about Mike, and I guess he knows a lot about me, too, if you think about everything he's seen. He's all cool about it, though, because he's such a pro. I don't think anything could really unsettle him...anymore.

Hah. I had to do that. Mike always laughs when we talk about that, and then we tease each other about how Travis turns us on, even though he's married and all that shit. Guess it's inevitable that we ogle at a big hunky Dobie in our bedroom, but there are some things that aren't part of his job. But pretty much else is, heheh, like now, checking that the chair is alright and waving the station wagon driver goodbye before they head up the driveway.

I've got this nifty electric door system installed, which means that all I have to do is press this big motherfucking red button and there's a warning buzzer ringing and the electric works push the door open. Really handy when you're not very good with door handles, or keys. Makes it easier for Travis, too, and I don't want to bother the big boy any more than I have to.

And sometimes we have to.

"Hey honey!" Mike greeted me as soon as the chair was in and he saw me standing there by the window.

That beautiful voice. That damn beautiful voice that makes me feel so great when I'm with him, even from the simple act of listening to him. It's like a purr, that voice, and it's fitting for a lion that his voice sounds like a purr. No wonder that I sometimes feel really envious of that voice. I love that voice.

"Hi, David!" the big hunk following my lion greeted with a smile almost as big as mine.

I flapped my ears and smiled and greeted.

"Haaaaeeeeeeee Maaaeeek! Treeeeevvsssh!"

I don't really know how to write it down. I mean, the way I sound like when I'm not typing , but I guess that's a pretty good approximation. I did warn you. I don't have much of a voice, but I can do some, and it's alright. They are used to it and they can pretty much make out what I mean, anyway. Sometimes I use an iPad with strangers, even if that's a bit slow.

No strangers here today.

"How're you doing buddy?" Travis asked me.

It takes me a long time to get from place to place, so I had plenty of time to answer while I was on my way to give Mike a welcome kiss.

"Waeeeeeeeell!" I enthused.

Then I slammed onto my great boyfriend, and for once I did a fall on purpose. Mike was all smiles though, even with a wolf collapsing on him and lying on top of him and making all sorts of crazy rumblings to accompany his purring noises. I kissed and licked the side of his muzzle because that was the easiest place to reach at this position, and I gave him a big old smooch right. I didn't care that Travis was standing three feet away while I made out with my boyfriend and made him feel as loved and needed as he ever was, just the way I knew that his happy purrs told me much the same thing.

"Missed me?"

I laughed, a bit whining as it always was, but I sure as hell laughed.

"Yaaaaaaaaeeeesssshhhh," I answered and rubbed the side of his arched neck with my good paw, the one I trusted the best, because it was my left.

"Hello pretty," Mike purred and smiled and looked at me happily.

We stayed like that for a while, breathing each other in, before both of us decided that we could also do this on much more comfortable quarters, and then I turned my head to look at Travis.

"Hhhhep?" I pleaded.

Travis, ever business as usual and let's not forget the fact, hunky, didn't need much effort to put his big paws under my arms and then haul my slinky wolfy body and he kept me up close to him until I regained the security (of sorts) of my two own paws and then I was steady once more.

"Thhhhhhhhhhks!" I smiled.

"Get your paws off my boyfriend, Trav!" Mike commented from his place.

We all laughed, including Travis, who folded his arms over his chest and looked innocent. That made his biceps bulge something nice. Ooh yes. It was not going to take any extra effort to be in the mood tonight.

"Alllyoooorrrr..." I smiled and assured my lion that everything that was me was his, and the Doberman had nothing to do with that.

Mike smiled and gave me one of those sideways looks he always did, because that's how he was.

It feels so damn great, simply looking at each other like that. Smiling and joking and laughing and knowing that soon we're going to be doing great things with each other's bodies. Joyful, beautiful things.

Hey, who thought IT developers could be this romantic?

I was also pretty damn horny IT developer wolf, too.

"Trav?"

That was my beautiful lion purring again.

"Wassup, dude?" the Doberman rumbled.

"Would you please get me where I need to be?" my lion purred ever so sweetly. "Don't want to keep the gentleman waiting!"

I couldn't help but laugh aloud. He sure knew the funniest things to say, and put everyone at ease. Not including my cock, which was still boning up my pants very hard, and had only been encouraged during our quick making out session.

"Aeeeells reeede!" I offered helpfully.

Travis gave me a smile before he moved back over to the side where he could operate the controls and to propel my boyfriend into my bedroom at a leisurely pace set by the electric motors humming. My Mike sure had some nice wheels, and he'd even decorated it with the Starfleet logo, because Mike loves Star Trek, and he wants to announce that to the world. He's also shown me some of his hugely geeky and fantastic posts on some of the Star Trek forums he frequents, and I love it when they get into catfights over stuff like the crew complement of a Galaxy class starship.

He's been trying to convert me to it as well, and I think he's slowly succeeding, too.

Heheh.

I followed them to the bedroom right away, because there was nothing weird happening in there, and I might be there as well. I've got a nice bedroom, and the bed is at the best height for me to get out of it and onto it, and I've got a couple of bars and a rope hanging from the ceiling so that I can get a boost if I ever feel like it. That rope has some other nice uses too, but I'm gonna tell about that a bit later on.

"Weeeeee!" Mike announced happily once all three of us were in, and Travis busied himself in the process of unstrapping my lion from his chair.

I suspect it's bit like being an astronaut for him. Someone coming in to strap you into this high tech device. He sure has so many seatbelts that they look like something like a fighter jet pilot's harness. When you can move so little as Mike does, you really don't want to fall out of your only means of conveyance.

Conveyance. Don't ever make me try to say that word aloud. I'd piss myself.

Travis' hunky arms became useful once more when he lifted my lion up and then gently placed him onto the bed. Mike was already smiling and making some nice faces to me, because he knew I was watching, and imagining everything I was going to be doing soon. Compared to the big hulking doggie he might have seemed little, but for me, this lion was someone damn beautiful.

Now, what happens next is something I kinda feel like I wish I could do myself, but after ever so many times spending almost an hour doing it on my own, we'd come to the decision, Mike and I, that we might as well ask Travis to do it. You'd think we're used to things not always going so easily, but it can be a total mood killer, fumbling with all those ropes and straps and whatnot and God forbids if they come loose and you have to stop what you were doing and go to fix things up...shit me! Better do them all properly first, and Hell with stuff like false modesty.

When you're different like we are, you have to accept the fact that sometimes stuff other furs take for granted as being the most private in the world are nothing like private when it comes to us and what we do. I know Travis helps Mike go to the bathroom, and I know that Mike's mom and dad take turns in helping Mike bathe, and they also dress him before school when Travis isn't there yet. I've seen it all, and I don't mind.

Just like I don't mind the fact that my boyfriend is on the bed now while a hunky huge Doberman is taking off his clothes.

That's something else I'd like to do, maybe, because it's kinda sexy, seeing all that golden fur become bared, but again, practical issues matter. I'm going to be doing a lot of things to that body soon enough, and there won't be any Dobermans involved then.

"Can't wait for you, honey," Mike speaks to me, to keep the flames alive, as we look at one another, while Travis works with the clinical precision of the nurse, slipping away my lion's shirt and pants.

It's almost beautiful to watch Travis do it, too, the smooth movement of his paws over the body, my lover's body, that has brought him so much grief in his time, that it's about time he's getting some joy out of it, too. We can't choose our bodies, but I know from my own experience that sometimes you curse it, you kick things, you shout and sound like a wild animal, you cry a bit, and you wish that you'd had gotten that extra breath.

We're a bit on the opposite ends of the scale, Mike and I. My right arm and leg are busy. They don't really answer so well to what I want them to do, and as a result, they do stuff either too fast, too slow, or do things on their own. I walk funny because of that, and I never trust my right paw to do so much, because you never know when it decides to stop working. M left side's a lot of better, though I wouldn't call it perfect.

Mike's stiff.

Even now, when I was watching Travis slip down my lion's track pants, I could see it happening, that paralyzing stiffness that meant that my beautiful lion never walks on his own. His legs are perpetually twisted into a bit of an angle that wouldn't be good on supporting a walk or holding a gait. His arms are a little better, good enough that he can do stuff with his computer without help most times. He's also got this amazing speech recognition software installed, too, which I'd love to play with, but if they could make that software work with my voice, I guess they could give the programmer a Nobel prize or something.

Thankfully, Mike and I knew just what to do with our respective stiffness and business, and make them work together pretty nicely, all things told, much to the horror of our respective families, but hey, it worked for us!

"Don't forget the extra pillow, Trav," Mike instructed.

I pointed with my good paw on the pile of pillows that I always had next to my bed, because I couldn't be bothered to move them over to a more orderly place.

"Thanks, David," Travis smiled back to me and picked up one of them, an angled stiff one, which he then placed under my lover's neck.

"Thanks, Trav," my lion spoke while looking at me, and winking.

The matter-of-fact Doberman then proceeded to unsheathe my lover, so to speak, by negotiating his boxers down his stiff legs. My lion was already fully hard and ready, no doubt as a result of the knowledge that we were soon going to be doing the dirty, and my own boner throbbed instantly at the sight of that beautiful arched member. And can't say he wasn't tiny, either, with a lot of nice shaft to go over his white belly. It sure was a good, manly cock, and it was mine to do as I pleased. I couldn't really wait.

"Let's get these done, and give you guys some privacy, huh?" Travis spoke next.

Gotta say, he really was such a pro, not even caring that his boss was showing off a big boner and purring and giving some very knowing eyes to me, all the while the Doberman worked around his body, propping it with pillows and stuff. The next part of our sexual preparations was probably the one that seemed kinkiest to an outside observer, but it was nonetheless a perfectly necessary part of this deal.

Mike once told me that he kinda likes the feel, but wouldn't confess to really having any sort of a fetish on them. I admit that I've tried to watch some bondage porn a few times to see if I get any extra turn-on from the sight of furs being bound and held in place, but I don't think there was much in the works for me there. I guess those furs who are into it are into it because it's kinky and weird and odd and it tickles some special fetish places in their sexual brains, but for Mike and me, the fact that our sex involved some ropes was just another necessity.

Ours are made of very high quality leather and come with a lot of soft padding, to make sure that nobody gets harmed by them. Mike's got ones that go around his thighs, and ones that go about the calves, and he's got ones that go around the wrists, too, to secure all of him onto the bed. You don't to fall out of bed in the middle of fucking, and once he's got some leverage on his limbs, he can also move a bit easier, and even put the occasional spasm into good use in adding an extra twist to the things.

I couldn't help it. I had to start rubbing my boner through the front of my pants, for the extra pleasure, and I rumbled in anticipation, as I watched Travis make another check of all the straps, to make sure that Mike was all good and secured before we could make our move.

"You feel alright there, buddy?" the Doberman asked my lion, looking at him carefully.

Mike gave him a sideways grin and smiled, like he always did.

"Just missing one more thinking," he said, looking directly at me, playing with myself.

I smiled back, in the huge way I always did.

"Yeeeeeehhh," I enthused.

The Doberman opened my nightstand and took out a big tube from there, which he uncapped and placed onto the bed, next to Mike's right leg.

Ever so helpful, hehe!

"Well, if you're both alright now, I'll leave you guys in," the Doberman mused after another look at my naked boyfriend, and at me.

"Yooooo can...meee...Pad....if....yoooo laeeek!" I offered happily. "YooooToooobe!"

The Doberman chuckled.

"Thanks, David!" he grinned, and patted my shoulder quickly on his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Finally together!

I smiled broadly.

"Yaaaaaaaaaayyyyy!"

"Don't keep your man waiting, David," Mike grinned happily.

Well I wasn't intending to! The room was soon filled with the rattle of Velcro when I opened my shirt, and then my fly, to get out of my clothes at my very own record speed. It still managed to take a couple of minutes, sure, but when it was just the two of us, we didn't care. We could watch each other, smell each other, get cozy, even before getting really cozy.

Mike purred even more when my cock bounced into view, big, hard, knotted, in all ways, a perfect wolfy dick, that was fully hard and a bit wet, too, from my juices. It smelled really nice, too, and I could see his own hard-on twitch when he got a good whiff of what I got. That sight was such a great turn-on for me as well, and I felt my own pulse with desire.

"Come here, you hot bastard," Mike purred at me. "Wanna do it badly tonight, honey."

"Meeetooo..." I slurred happily as I approached the bed, and rounded it so that I could get onto it from my usual side.

Now, climbing on top of a man is not so different from simply climbing onto the bed to sleep in it, so I certainly didn't have any trouble getting onto very close quarters with my purring boyfriend. We kissed, and our bodies melted together, warm and close, me on top of him and covering all of my beautiful lion with my own shaggy-furred body. Mike purred and rumbled and pushed himself against me as much as he could, I did the same, and our hard dicks found each other very naturally as well, between our bellies, and made love to one another.

That's another good thing about sex and stuff. You don't really have to talk when you're doing it, because you're so busy anyway, and the message gets through without trouble. You can really get into things, kissing and touching and rubbing each other, and enjoying the scent and warmth that is in our bodies, and to show how much we need one another, and love each other.

And we were really horny, too, considering that it had been a week since the last time Mike came over, and we got to really enjoy each other, besides the usual late night chats that often turned way more than suggestive.

I think it's a fucking funny and ironic fact that the biggest obstacle in our sex life is not that we're different, but it's that one of us lives with his parents, and one doesn't. We only live half an hour's drive away from each other, anyway, but there's always a great deal of hassle about it. Booking wheelchair transport, for example, and making sure Travis can be on duty, and assuring Mike's mother that nothing horrible is going to happen to him when he goes out of home to somewhere that isn't his school. Don't get me wrong, they're thrilled that their son's so happy with me, but...old habits die hard, I guess.

We were getting into all sorts of habits now, though, me suckling on Mike's lips and my lion purring and writhing in appreciation under me. Our furs mingled and our scents mixed, and I could taste him, all over my lips. Mike wasn't being quiet about it, either. He was purring and rumbling and breathing loudly and in all ways showing that he was feeling very appreciative of the sex we were having.

After a while, and once I was sure I was steady enough and not going to topple on him, I slipped my good paw between our bodies and grabbed us. Mike purred even louder and smiled wildly at the feeling of my paw rubbing our dicks together, skin on skin, messy and hot and nice, and I bucked my hips into it, too, to stroke myself against him, and my paw.

"That's nice...uhhhh....nice..."

I licked the side of his muzzle and grinned happily. I felt like nibbling, too, but I was a bit shy to do that, after the time I bit a bit too hard, but kissing and licking was good, too, and it was doing the trick, making our bodies thrum with joy and desire and heat.

"Hmmmmm...so good...more...."

My lion wanted more, and I gave him more. More kisses, more taste, more stroking over our combined manhoods. It was quickly getting very messy there, all slick and nice, and turning us on even further.

You can probably guess that we got so hot and bothered so quickly, especially after a week apart, that it didn't take us so long before we were ready to take the next step.

"Waaaaan yooo," I rumbled, close to his ear.

He gave me one of those sideways looks, and purred again, breathlessly.

"I want you too, stud."

I always chuckled when he called me a stud, and this was no exception. I knew it was time to go forward with this sex business, and for that purpose, I had to get out of the bed first, so that I could climb in again, in a more opportune position.

We laughed, me rolling off him and then getting back to my paws before I climbed back up again, using the rope hanging over my bed for balance, to straddle my lion perfectly. I then hoisted my busy paw up using my good one for assistance, and slipped it through a soft, padded leather strap attached to the rope, for this purpose, really, to provide extra support and balance while I was on top of my lover, like this, smiling down to him, leaking pre over his pretty belly furs, and fumbling for the opened bottle of lube from our side.

Those eyes looking back to me were burning with desire, of the sort probably I was the only one to decipher out them, and their lopsided gaze, while he looked at me, both of us so strongly aroused, and heated in the moment. It didn't matter that I squeezed some of the lube onto the bed sheets, by accident, when I squeezed the tube too hard, or the fact that he wasn't in the position to do much besides giving me that hot, horny, needy look, while I prepared us for this.

He purred when my paw spread the slick, cool lube over his nice cock, and I didn't hurry with that...not that I ever hurried much, except in my mind, because my thoughts were not hampered. They ran fast, faster than my paws ever moved me, and no matter what anyone ever thought, they'd never be held back.

Mike watched me too when I pushed my paw under my tail and began to rub the remaining lube into my hole, too.

"I've missed you so much," my lion rumbled, watching me stroke myself, enjoying the feeling of my fingers over my flesh. "Can't wait to be inside you again."

I breathed out deeply, and nodded.

"Too," I said. Me too.

We needed so little words by now. We communicated on a whole different level, and didn't need to be bothered with struggled sentences, or mispronunciations that would baffle others. We worked well.

You can probably guess by now that I'm the bottom when we have sex, and that's how it goes between us. It's what I like, and it's what we do. Mike's a top, and good one, too, at that, too, especially on the mental level. Don't they say that sex really happens in the brain, not in your genitals? I've always held that true, especially considering that the physical side of it is always a big of a challenge...especially finding someone to do it with, when you're different, and gay.

I'm the luckiest son of a bitch in the whole fucking world when I'm with Mike.

"You look...so...hot..."

I smiled at Mike, and adjusted my fingers under my tail, pressing now, making pleasure rush through my body, from the touch and the anticipation.

"Hank yoo..." I rumbled.

Mike bucked his hips against mine, telling me that he was needing this exactly as much as I did, right now.

"Wan...fook me?" I rolled my own hips as much as I could, and tried my best at dirty talk, as well.

I'm not into it an awful much, and neither is Mike, I guess, but sometimes you gotta do your naughtiest, huh?

The flash of joy and desire in his eyes told me exactly what I needed to hear, even before he spoke.

"I want you bad, David."

I decided that I was through with the teasing, and pulled my paw out from under my tail. It was still more than wet enough to feel extra slick over Mike's dick when I took a hold of his long shaft and pulled it up from his body.

Our eyes met at the same time our bodies did, his tip nudging against my opening and pressing firmly there, because I was pushing back with my hips.

It was definitely a time for an extra big smile this time.

I got more than enough leverage from my knees and my strapped paw over head to do this, and I definitely wasn't out of practice, either, and knew just how to tilt my hips and press down to make our bodies glide onto one another in the most perfect expression of pleasure and love I could think of, now or never before. He pressed onto me, and then into me, slowly pushing through while I pushed down and let out a deep breath.

"So warm..." my beautiful Mike purred, feeling my body open up for him.

I rocked my hips to get more of him into me, letting that long, shaft slip deeper within my needful body.

"Hmmmmmmmhphhh...."

A couple of panting breaths and mutual snarls later I was down on his lap, balls deep and connected with my mate.

The initial pain was gone within moments, and only the pleasant fullness remained, the feeling of pressure inside me, against my good places, inside my body, taking my breath away with its very presence. I was hard, throbbing and leaking, and my body squeezed down on my mate, whose beautiful eyes never left mine.

It was time to make the bed creak, and to make love, and that's we did, as I slowly started to ride my lover's pulsing cock, driving it in and out of me with the rocking motion of my hips. We panted and rumbled, both of us moving as much as we could, meeting somewhere in the middle while we made love in the most intimate manner we could. This was only about us.

Up and down I went, keeping us moving, and enjoying each other, slowly, hotly, driving is along the path of pleasure. Having him inside me was the best feeling in the world, and I was sure that being on his side of things was pretty damn fantastic for him as well. He was hot and warm, filling me up, moving inside me to the tune of my hips, pleasuring both of us while I rode him like the clumsiest cowboy in the world. It kept my cock bouncing, too, up and down and occasionally slapping my belly, or his, and my own knot throbbed with need.

I don't know how long it took us, nor did I care, but lions aren't exactly creatures of highest sexual stamina to begin with, let alone when they've been pent up for a week, and soon the pants and purrs increased to such frequency that I knew that it was almost time.

"Hmmmmm David..."

His words proved that my instinct had been right once again, and that is why I grabbed onto my knot and squeezed, as hard as I could, and let it all out.

We rocked and bucked until there was nothing more to it than the sheer pleasure of our orgasms, blasting through our bodies, into me, onto Mike's belly, filling the air with musk. We were connected in pleasure, joy, love and our need, and now it was expressed in the sweetest way possible...and the most carnal, too, in our bed.

After the timeless moment was over, I slipped my paw out of its holding place above me and allowed myself the freedom to collapse on top of him again, to have our muzzles close to one another, so that I could smell our breath, my musk, and our pleasure. We smiled, breathed and beamed, our eyes full of warmth for one another, and our tired, occasionally bothersome bodies behaved well now, tired and sated, in our warm embrace. I still had him inside me, and the lion he was, he'd lost none of his hardness, which would be useful, come second round. My arms were so tired that it might have to be a pawjob for now, but I didn't mind.

"Really...needed that," Mike licked my ear, warmly.

"Yaaaaaaaaaay," I rumbled contently.

I fucking loved this man.

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So that's my story. Mike laughed so much when he read this, especially when I told him that it took me so many hours to type it all down at my usual one letter at a time speed. He really thought it was worth it, though, and that's what matters. He did give me a funny look when I asked if we should show this to Travis, though, and I kinda understood why.

But that look was so worth it.

And would you look at that? I got this ready just in time for next Friday.

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A couple of words on the genesis of this story: _I remember watching a Swedish documentary some time ago, where people with physical disabilities were talking about their rights and needs of sexual expression. What I liked best was a disabled woman speaking about the one time between her and her also disabled boyfriend, when apparently while having sex, one of them slipped and fell into a position from which they couldn't recover without the help of their personal assistants, who were waiting in the next room. Apparently they had a big laugh together, trying to decide which personal assistant to call over in to the room where they had been busy having sex together. I suppose the idea stuck on, and now I felt inspired enough to explore some themes I have definitely not touched before. I feel very pleased that I got the inspiration for writing this story, and I hope that it gave some food for thought. And as always, it is but a fidgment of my imagination. _